“Spares and personnel. It’s becoming much harder to recruit skilled second-life people for our armed forces.” Kim paused for a second. “What’s the order backlog on the Bombardier Hunter like? You’re not one of the big aircraft companies.”
“We’re building for the Canadian Air Force only at the moment. If you sign up now, a letter of intent will do, we’ll allocate you places on the production line, alternating with RCAF aircraft. First aircraft to be delivered six months after we receive the order. That’s assuming you want the same avionics fit of course. A letter of intent commits you to nothing until the terms and conditions of the contract are finalized.”
Caesar looked at Kim who nodded almost imperceptibly. “Very well Mr Clarkson. The New Roman Republic will issue you with a letter of intent for 42 Bombardier Hunters, 36 single-seaters and 6 twin-seat aircraft. Payment via negotiated counter-trade. Also, of course, retirement here when you die if that is your wish.”
A very happy Bombardier sales team left the conference room. After they had left, there was silence for a couple of minutes before Kim broke it. “Well Gaius, which one of us is going to tell Boeing they can take their A-45 and stuff it?”
Training Camp, 1st Mechanized Infantry Battalion (Demonic), Dis, Hell
“Now that is more like it.” Sergeant Anderson watched the daemonic infantry raking the “enemy position” with rifle fire while the human-crewed support weapons hammered it with their mortars and cannon. Although he didn’t realize it, he was watching almost exactly the same display as had been given to Caesar a day earlier. Beside him, Aeneas and Ori watched the attack going home. The daemon infantry rose from their positions and charged while the humans continued to support them. They overran the target position and the exercise ended.
“It works.” Ori seemed slightly surprised at the demonstration. “I was expecting the daemons to run into our supporting fire.”
“They will.” Anderson was uncompromising. “We’ll get them to work on a rolling barrage next. That’s when we drop a line of artillery rounds across the target area and advance it towards the enemy in small increments. The infantry go in directly behind that barrage. We’ll know if they’re following the shells closely enough when we start to take casualties from our own artillery fire.”
“That’s harsh.” Aeneas didn’t like what he was hearing very much.
“Do it right and we take fewer casualties from our own fire than we would have done if there’s a greater distance between the artillery and the infantry. The one thing we don’t want is the enemy recovering from the barrage before the infantry are on top of them. That happened at the Somme and it cost us 60,000 casualties.
Aeneas whistled softly. “Sixty thousand casualties in a single battle. We never had anything like that.”
“No, sixty thousand on the first day of the battle. It went on for months.”
There was a grim silence at that number, highlighted by the roar of diesels in the background as the armored personnel carriers picked up their infantry. Eventually, Anderson picked up the conversation. “We’re running out of time as well. The Army will be moving soon and I hear we’ll be attached to the Commonwealth Army as a reserve unit. Along with Caesar’s Third Legion.”
“We know a way into Heaven?” Ori was surprised.
“Not yet, but we’ve been hit by the Seven Bowls of Wrath. The next step is the invasion. As soon as they open a portal from Heaven to Earth, we’ll have our way in.”
The Montmartre Club, Eternal City, Heaven.
“Is everybody clear on what they have to do?” Michael-Lan looked around the room where the ringleaders in his conspiracy had assembled. They were nodding cautiously, all too aware of the dreadful chance they were taking.
Leilah-Lan raised one hand. “Is there any particular music the bands need to play?”
“Something bouncing and martial. Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries will be good, or Holst’s Mars, the Bringer of War. But, let Glenn, Benny and the rest make their pick. They’re the experts. We need to get every one of us thinking in harmony, completely synchronized so I can pull in the power. You know that Yah-yah outclasses all of us individually. We have to stand together in harmony and isolate him from any support if we are going to pull this off.”
“When do we go? Will they get time to practice?” Leilah was worried, badly so.
“I honestly don’t know. This is the frightening bit, the timing is out of our control. We can set the ball rolling as soon as the pieces are in place but the timing from that point onwards? I have no idea how fast the humans will react, how quickly they can get here or how they will arrive. Yet it’s those factors that determine when the coup will take place. Get the bands started now on their rehearsals, tell them it’s for a battle of the bands. Say the last one was so popular we’re going to make it a regular feature.”
“Should we tell them what is really up when we start the coup?”
Michael thought carefully. “Yes. They have a right to know. They don’t have much of a choice in going along but Yah-yah won’t see it that way. If this all goes wrong, they’ll be torn apart with the rest of us. So, yeah, tell them what we’re doing and why. But only when we’re starting, no need to give them time to think.”
The group looked nervously at each other. This coup had been in the planning and preparation stage for centuries but now, what had once seemed an abstract and distant possibility, stared them in the face.
“Once the humans arrive, Jesus takes Yah-yah’s personal guard into the attack right? What about the human levies.” Rafael-Lan was trying to match Michael in running through the available permutations of events.
Michael smiled wryly. “I slipped up there, thankfully Yah-yah didn’t notice. I ordered the preparation of the human levies almost by instinct. I forgot that doing so was telling Yah-yah that the fighting would take place here in Heaven. The human levies can’t fight on Earth. That was a bad mistake, but he missed it, I think. Jesus will take the Guard and the levies in. This attack has got to look good. I just hope the humans bring their artillery and aircraft in with them. We need one of their clean sweeps badly. Jesus has to die and I want that guard torn apart. The defeat of the Guard and its levies has got to be stunning and we need the humans to fatten our casualty list.”
“What if the humans lose?” Rafael-Lan was right, Michael reflected, this was one of the key turning points in the plan. So much depended on the humans winning this battle, winning it decisively and in the right place.
“Then we’re all dead. All of us, the whole Angelic Host. The humans will pull out all the stops and use every weapon they have. Believe me on this, they have some doozies they’ve only just started to deploy. But, it’s unlikely they will lose, very unlikely indeed. Raffie, part of your job is to make sure Jesus is really beautifully misinformed. He’s got to go in dumb. Don’t let him be clever.”
Rafael-Lan nodded. Michael looked around the room again. “Anything else?”
Charmeine-Lan hesitantly put her hand up. “Maion, she told me that she will be going out to Lemuel’s tomorrow night.”
“Then we have our starting point. I’ll make sure I’m over at Lemuel’s palace tomorrow. I can find some League of Holy Court business that will keep me there.”
“You will move quickly for her?” Charmeine-Lan was upset at her part in this, She knew it was necessary but she didn’t like it at all. “She’s a nice girl underneath it all. Don’t leave her longer than you have to.”
Michael-Lan nodded. “I’ll get it sorted as fast as possible. Until then….”
DIMO(N) Briefing Room, Pentagon, Arlington V.A.
“The invasion is coming?” The question from Defense Secretary Gates was dead neutral, without inflexion. The long-awaited invasion from Heaven had to be due soon and when it came it would be a perfect example of the cliched mixture of problems and opportunities. It would mean a major battle on Earth but would also be the way the route into Heaven could be opened.